In a heavily guarded room deep within Daxia's capital, Prime Minister Zhao sat frozen in his seat, his face drained of color.
Beside him, Linwei Ding, one of Daxia's most powerful tycoons, sat stiffly, his hands clenched into tight fists. Both men were now prisoners, forced to watch the live broadcast of the battle.
The massive screen in front of them displayed the carnage in brutal detail. Walter, the so-called "lesser dragon," had been obliterated, his body was crushed and torn apart by an invisible force before exploding into a gruesome rain of blood and flesh. The Xenomorph warriors had surrendered without a fight.
And Evan…
He had done it with terrifying ease.
Zhao's breath came in short gasps, his mind struggling to process what he had just witnessed. His hands trembled, gripping the arms of his chair so tightly that his knuckles turned white while his entire body shook.
Then, finally—